“Good luck with that.”

“Gray’s doing it, too.”

Trevor laughed. “I’m going to have to come and watch the two of you. Maybe heckle from the audience.”

“Yeah, Carolina would just love that.”

“So . . . you and Carolina. Is it serious?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never gotten serious with anyone before. She’s pretty focused on launching this line of clothes. And I’ve got the season to concentrate on.”

“Which means it’s just sex for both of you. Right?”

Drew disagreed, but he wasn’t about to dissect his relationship with Trevor, who didn’t really know Carolina all that well.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“How does Gray feel about that? Or does he even know you two are seeing each other?”

“Oh, he knows. I spent Christmas at the Preston Ranch with the family.”

“Bet that was fun. You two sneaking around trying to cop a feel of each other. Oh, and her dad’s the vice president now, so you had to avoid the Secret Service, too. That must have been a fucking nightmare.”

“The Secret Service followed her dad. They mostly stayed out of our business.”

Trevor took a drink of his beer and studied him. “So what aren’t you telling me? Something happened while you were there, didn’t it?”

“Gray walked into my room one morning, and Carolina was in my bed.”

Trevor grinned. “Bet that was awkward.”

“Understatement.”

“And he didn’t know about you and Carolina before that, did he?”

“No.”

“He must have been pissed to find out that way.”

“Just a little. But I talked to him. I mean she’s not a kid anymore. She can make her own choices about who she sees.”

“Yeah, but he knows your rep with women. You have one walking in the door while another is walking out.”

“That sounds a lot more like your rep.”

Trevor leaned back and signaled the waitress for another beer. “Okay, maybe. But it’s not like you’ve been known for long-term relationships with women. Or any relationships for that matter.”

“You’re right. But this is Carolina, and she’s different.” She’d always been different. Not that he could explain that to Trevor. Or to Gray.

“So she does mean something to you beyond just the sex.”

“Yeah, I guess she does.”

“Does she feel the same way?”

“I don’t know.”

The waitress brought another round of beers. Trevor took a couple swallows, his gaze intent on Drew.

“What?” Drew shot Trevor a look.

“Why don’t you just ask her?”

“Ask her what?”

“How she feels? Or tell her how you feel about her?”

Drew shook his head. “It’s not the right time. For either of us. There’s too much going on right now to talk serious shit.”

Trevor laughed. “I’ve never known you to be a coward, Drew. But it sounds to me like you might be afraid to take that step with her. Or maybe you’re afraid of what she’ll say.”

“Oh, this coming from a guy who has never had a serious relationship in his life?”

“You have a point. But I know you. You’re a good friend and always have been. I want you to be happy. Does Carolina make you happy?”

He thought about it, and realized that over the past few months, he’d never been happier. He loved spending time with Carolina. She made him laugh, she challenged him, and of course, the sex was off the charts. They had similar goals—their careers were their number one priorities right now. But there were a lot of other things they still needed to talk about, which had nothing to do with happiness.

“Yeah, she does.”

“Then follow through. Talk to her about how you feel and see what happens.”

“Maybe. When the time is right, I’ll do that.”

“That’s the right move. You shouldn’t let a good woman slip through your fingers.”

“Sounds to me like you might be ready to take that step with someone.”

Trevor let out a laugh. “Yeah, right. When? Like you said, I’m too busy, and having the time of my life right now. Long-term relationships just don’t fit into my career plan right now.”

“You never know, Trev. The right woman might just blindside you when you least expect it.”

TWENTY-THREE

FASHION WEEK WAS BARRELING DOWN ON CAROLINA like a meteor hurtling through the atmosphere.

She barely had time to breathe. Her to-do list was a nightmare and every day she felt like pulling her hair out, because either beading had to be replaced on her signature dress or one of the suits wasn’t fitting the model just right and had to be altered—again. She was sure a certain model was changing his physique in some way, because it fit him just damn perfectly a week ago and if she found out he was using performance enhancing drugs or pumping too much iron or something that was making her have to refit this coat one more damn time she was going to explode.

Or maybe replace the model, though she was out of time, and most definitely out of patience.

She sat in her office going through the lineup of the walk-through, numbering and renumbering everyone on her lineup card, when there was a knock on her door.

“Carolina, Esme is here for her final fitting.”

She didn’t even look away from her desk. “Get her dressed, Tierra, then call me.”

“Okay.”

She needed to schedule Drew in here for final fittings, too. She and Drew had traded phone calls, but hadn’t yet connected. She picked up her phone and sent him a text message.

I need you to come in to my office for a final fitting. What does your schedule look like for this week?

She laid her phone down on the desk, hoping he’d text back today.

“Esme’s in the dress.”

Carolina left her office and checked the fitting on Esme’s dress. Esme was a very sought-after model, so to get her for the show was a big deal. She’d put Esme into the beaded gown. It fit her perfectly. Esme walked for her, and of course she did it beautifully.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I think it’s a knockout dress,” Esme said. “I want it.”

Carolina grinned. “Thank you.”

At least something had gone right today. Esme was going to be the hit of the runway. And she hoped the dress would be, too. She’d spent hours designing it, crafting it to absolute perfection. Esme was gorgeous, with her tawny skin, tall frame, amazing body with her curves in all the right places, and those golden brown eyes of hers that were incredibly mesmerizing. The dress, with its copper and orange beading, set off Esme’s coloring perfectly. Carolina couldn’t have found a better marriage between outfit and model.

“Thank you so much for agreeing to model this for me.”

“Thank you for asking. I’m excited to wear it for you. Tierra gave me a peek at your line. I think you’re going to go big.”

Hearing those words from Esme, from a supermodel who wore the latest fashions from the biggest designers, made her heart race. “Thank you. I really hope so.”

After Esme tried on the other two outfits, she left, and Carolina huddled with her staff, making some notes and adjustments. A few other models showed up, so they spent several hours doing final fittings and discussing alterations. She and her staff grabbed lunch and ate in the main sewing room together. She didn’t get back to her office until dark. That’s when she realized she’d left her phone on her desk. She’d missed several calls, and a return text from Drew.

I have an hour or so right now. After that I’m headed out of town. Want me to come over now?

That had been seven hours ago. She scrolled through her missed calls and saw that Drew had called, too.

She tried calling him, but got his voice mail. He was likely already on a plane headed for . . . somewhere. She left him a message apologizing for missing his call, and told him to call her when he got back to town.

Dammit. She couldn’t believe she’d missed him. And now that she knew he was going to be out of town for at least a couple of days . . . she missed him already. Not just because she had deadlines to meet, but because she missed being with him. Work separated them so frequently that she could have at least spent an hour with him today.

She went home, disgusted, and warmed up a can of soup, eating in front of the television as she worked on her schedule.

There wasn’t even any decent hockey on tonight.

When her phone rang, she grabbed it, smiling when she saw it was Drew.

“Hi,” she said after she clicked the button.

“Hi yourself. Busy day?”

“Insanely. I apologize for missing your text and your phone call. I was in the workshop and left my phone on my desk. I’m clearly in idiot mode this week.”

He laughed. “That’s okay. I figured you were buried.”

“No excuse, since I’m the one who bugged you. Are you settled in wherever you are?”

“I’m in Toronto, and yeah. Cold here.”

“I’m sure it is. How long is the out-of-town trip?”

“I’ll be back Friday. Can we arrange something then?”

“Let me take a look at my schedule. Hang on.”

Her staff wasn’t due to work over the weekend, but she could handle it. She pulled up her phone. “How about Saturday? Do you have a game?”

“I do Saturday night, but we could do it in the morning.”

She chewed on her lip. She didn’t want to be pressed for time. “How about Monday?”

“That’ll work.”

“Great. Thanks for making time for this.”

“No problem. We’ll get it done.”

“I’m really sorry I didn’t get to see you today. I was sad that I missed you and would have been happy to see you for that hour.” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she’d thought about them. Now they were out there, a confession of sorts. It was the first time she’d said anything even close to her feelings. She cringed, even as she said them, wondering how he’d react.

“Yeah? I miss you too, Lina. I know we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together. Our schedules kind of suck right now, so I was looking forward to getting an hour of your time this morning before I had to fly out.”

She palmed her stomach, rubbing the ache of loss. “I’m sorry. Again. I seem to be saying those words a lot lately. My head is going in a million directions right now. Normally my phone is on me at all times. I tossed it on my desk and promptly forgot about it.”

“Babe. It’s okay,” he said, and she heard the laughter in his voice. “It’s not like we’re never going to see each other again. Monday, right?”

“Yes. Monday. But that’s five days away. Right now it seems like an eternity.”

She knew she was being foolish. She’d be swamped between now and Monday and wouldn’t even think about Drew.

Much.

“We could always have hot phone sex every night. Then you wouldn’t miss me as much.”

Her body coiled with need, desire driving a pulsing sensation deep in her core. “I’ve never had phone sex before.”

“Neither have I.”

She settled onto the sofa. “Somehow I find that hard to believe.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. It seems to me you’ve done just about everything.”

“I’d never had sex at the Garden. Definitely never had a blow job on the ice before. That was a first. You’ve given me some mind-numbing firsts, Miss Preston.”

She loved when he got formal with her. “We’ve had some firsts together, then.”

“It’s too bad it’s not spring or summer. I’d like to take you outside on your garden patio and make love to you out there.”

She took a deep breath, imagining him pushing her up against the wall, sliding his cock inside her as a warm summer breeze blew over both of them. The flowers would be in bloom and the scent of jasmine would waft over her as Drew thrust into her, slow and easy.

She leaned back on her sofa and closed her eyes, her hand drifting down to cover her pussy. She ached with need for Drew, wanted him here with her right now.

“What are you thinking about?” Drew asked.

“You and me, up against the wall on my terrace in the summer. I’d wear a dress—no panties, of course—so all you’d have to do is unzip your pants and you could be inside me.”

“You’re making me hard, Lina.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

This was thrilling, talking about sex over the phone. Not nearly as good as having him here with her, but her nipples were hard and her pussy wet. She slid her hand inside her panties, her fingers cool against her heated flesh.

“What are you doing, Lina?”